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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 12, 2009 22:17:46 GMT -5
"Don't mention it, my pleasure really, music is a gift." A gift to burn, to heal, to express, to just exist in. "When did you start playing?" She couldn't remember for herself, as long as she could remember she'd had a guitar or some other instrument strapped in her hand, while her parents watched adoringly, telling her about the good old days.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 13, 2009 12:39:34 GMT -5
"When I was twelve," Dare said. "I'd been asking for a guitar for years, I can't even remember. So I got one for Christmas that year, a Fender CD-140S Acoustic. She was pretty basic, but she was good." It hurt to talk about it, and not in the cathartic way it felt to play. He turned her question back on her. "How long have you been playing? This your first?"
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 13, 2009 13:08:42 GMT -5
Madison shook her head, "it's the first guitar that was mine, but my parent's had me playing before I can remember. Woodstock attendees, they find fascination with music, and thought I could be the next prodigy." Madison shrugged, "I love music, want to work with the wizarding wireless, but I'm not sure about throwing the next Woodstock."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 13, 2009 13:18:55 GMT -5
Woodstock had to be a Muggle thing, since Dare didn't know anything about it. He gave an appropriately-timed smile, and concentrated on the part he understood. "So what do you want to do? DJ or something?" he asked. He glanced reflexively down at his watch to see how much time he had before his next class stared, then looked back up at Madison.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 13, 2009 14:35:43 GMT -5
"Well I wouldn't mind being the talent. But barring that I wouldn't mind DJing or searching for talent. But I'm only fifteen right? I've got all of the time in the world to cultivate my talent and try to get them to take me on. Besides Wizarding radio is so much cooler than muggle radio."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 13, 2009 14:45:09 GMT -5
Dare could argue that point, but he chose not to. And he didn't mention where he worked. That was classified information. He'd have told her that him and the guitar was classified too, but it slipped his mind for the moment while he thought about all the time in the world. "You might want to start getting connections now," he advised. "Seventh year comes fast."
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 13, 2009 14:49:37 GMT -5
Madison nodded, "I've been thinking about going to some of the clubs in Hogsmeade and auditioning for a spot there. It seems like alot of competition though, I mean, I know that I play well, but there are so many people that play so much better than I do." Madison stroked her guitar wondering if she actually had a shot, especially in a wizarding setting.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 13, 2009 14:57:34 GMT -5
"Practice," Dare said. "Take the Knight Bus into London and take a class. You aren't born playing Stairway to Heaven. And if you are, I don't want to know what your parents were doing with that guitar." Just saying it put visuals in Dare's mind, and his eyes dropped, his hair swinging forward slightly to obscure the crooked smile gracing his lips. He was way too easily amused sometimes.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 13, 2009 15:04:05 GMT -5
A rolling chuckle escaped Madison's lips, "don't say things like that, they may live an ocean away, but they don't need any ideas." She put an emphasis on ideas, but really her parents didn't need the ideas, they'd always had each other, and the two of them together were like mischievous children. "Where do they teach classes in London?"
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 13, 2009 15:38:46 GMT -5
Dare shrugged, and after a moment or two he was able to lift his head again, though his eyes still glittered with humor. "I don't know, but London's huge. You can find anything there." He and Michael had found things they never would have imagined otherwise, and places that had made them so much more comfortable with who they were.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 13, 2009 17:23:31 GMT -5
Madison thought about that, anything that she'd ever wanted, "do you think they offer dragon riding lessons?" she said with a grin. Whenever her parent's had read her stories she'd always wanted to ride dragons, she was doubtful though that they ever let anyone learn to ride dragons, after all they were terribly nasty creatures.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 13, 2009 17:39:33 GMT -5
"Touché," Dare said, smiling lopsidedly again. "So you can find a lot there," he corrected himself. He couldn't imagine there were any dragons in London, aside from Gringotts, and he didn't know why anyone would want to get close enough to try riding one. It sounded like a death sentence to him. "I know they have clubs and all kinds of stores, art galleries, that kind of stuff, but I haven't made a list or anything."
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 13, 2009 17:45:31 GMT -5
She wouldn't have expected that out of anyone, "I guess you could say that I'm a small town girl. Big cities aren't something I've spent alot of time in, after all for several months of the year we only get a few hours of sunlight." Madison thought about it, "it sounds fun though, clubs and galleries, is there anyplace that you'd recommend I go to, while I'm up there?"
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 13, 2009 19:19:26 GMT -5
"Oh, uh..." Dare's hand rose to rub at the back of his neck. He knew a lot of places, but most of them were part of the gay community, and he didn't think she'd like Popstarz as much as he and Michael did. "There's a big park," he said. "Walk the dog there on the weekends. Are you into art?" He didn't know any music stores. He'd never been out to buy anything, since he worked at a club.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 13, 2009 19:22:21 GMT -5
Not sure if into art was the right word, she enjoyed it, but she didn't have the aptitude for it. "I like art well enough, I prefer to look at it rather than attempt it." She thought about what else he'd said, "you have a dog? What kind of dog do you have?" Her parent's hadn't been into pets, she'd been lucky enough to see a neighbors pet occasionally.
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